Cut Flowers and Kisses, Kisses, Kisses

Aug 4, 2014 by

Tell the truth … tell the truth … tell the truth … tell the truth … I want to begin by letting you know that my father is not dying. I mean, not anymore than you or I am dying. My massage therapist once told me something that stuck … — we are all cut flowers Every day that passes brings us closer to our last on planet earth. So, no, my father hasn’t been diagnosed with a terminal disease and then given an accompanying date of expiration.  That said, there have been times within the last six months of his present struggle that the conversations we’ve shared have sounded a lot like good-byes. “I’ve loved your mom the best I could.” “I hope I was a good father to you, baby gal.” And, of…

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